I’m just sitting here mulling over
What to do this dark, overcast day?
It was a night of the radio turned down low,
Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dreams.
I woke up lovesick and confused.
I thought I heard Estella in the garden singing
And some bird answering her,
But it was the rain. . . .
Taken from “This Morning,” by Charles Simic
Uh…not impressed.
Longing for the return of rhymed verse (or e.e. cummings, at the least).
BTW, I just noticed that the title of Lars's book "Blood and Judgment" is spelled incorrectly in the sidebar. Perhaps that's been the sticking point, eh Lars?